The Devil Within

"The Devil Within" A tormented lost soul, nobody knew of the evil within/ All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/ His soul had been sold, so I guess the devil would win Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/ Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear In the mirror he see's Satan, but society just see's him as lost/ He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/ But he couldn't ignore the voices, who controlled what he do The little angel on his shoulder, was being r*ped by a force/ Appearing with the head of an owl, and the corpse of a horse All the while warping his thoughts, making him think the deepest/ To commit crimes of all sorts, against the fools & the weakest So he called out to God, hoping that the Lord would defeat this/ Only for him to tool himself up, and chop these fools into pieces. Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)